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| Morning Has Broken |
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| [Intro] |
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| Morning has broken like the first morning |
| Blackbird has spoken like the first bird |
| Praise for the singing, praise for the morning |
| Praise for them springing fresh from the world |
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| Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven |
| Like the first dewfall on the first grass |
| Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden |
| Sprung in completeness where his feet pass |
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| Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning |
| Born of the one light Eden saw play |
| Praise with elation, praise ev'ry morning |
| God's recreation of the new day |
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